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Стр. xxi - Home of fadeless splendour, Of flowers that fear no thorn, Where they shall dwell as children Who here as exiles mourn; 'Midst power that knows no limit, Where wisdom has no bound, The beatific vision Shall glad the saints around.
Стр. 239 - Ambrosio listened with delight : never had he heard a voice more harmonious ; and he wondered how such heavenly sounds could be produced by any but angels. But though he indulged the sense of hearing, a single look convinced him that he must not trust to that of sight. The songstress sat at a little distance from his bed. The attitude in which she bent over her harp was easy and graceful : her cowl had fallen backwarder than usual : two coral lips were 'visible, ripe, fresh, and melting, and a chin,...
Стр. 113 - Or be he beggar ; be Islam or heathenesse his creed ; A few days in earth's inn a guest is he, then must he speed : Something to render gay that time is surely wisdom's need. " Our coming to this world is one ; man must reflect, survey; Care must one...
Стр. 110 - ... thou dost see, O but for once compassion show: Through gazing on the rose and bower, my heart repose shall never know, The ward where doth my loved one dwell alone can yield my soul repose. O how I think upon thy box tree form in sorrow's night so drear ! My story would Mejnun's and Ferhad's tales from mind make disappear.
Стр. 105 - Then, when they thy lightning-flashing, life-consuming cannon scanned, Knew the hell-doomed misbelievers vain were all things they had planned. Hundred vezirs, joy-attended, countless foemen did withstand ; Day and night, three years the misbelievers fought they brand to brand ; Worn and wretched fell those at thy feet, and quarter did demand : It beseems thee, howsoever high in glory thou mayst stand ! " Bravo ! Champion of the Epoch ! rending ranks in serried fight! O'er the 'Arsh hang now thy...
Стр. 104 - Threw'st thou, cinder-like, the misbelievers' ashes o'er the plain. " Conqueror of the Nations' mother," as thy title should be ta'en; Since thou'st saved the Nations' mother, all the nations joy again. Wishing long ago, 'twould seem, to sing thy splendid glory's strain, Nef'i wrote for thee this couplet — for thy deeds a fit refrain: " Bravo! Champion of the Epoch ! rending ranks in serried fight! O'er the 'Arsh hang now thy saber, sparkling like the Pleiads bright!
Стр. 113 - A few days in earth's inn a guest is he, then must he speed: Something to render gay that time is surely wisdom's need. " Our coming to this world is one ; man must reflect, survey; Care must one banish, and look out for calm and quiet aye." When viewed with understanding's eye, the mote hath no repose ; The world must thus be imaged for exemption from its woes : Of my coming and my going it no lasting picture shows — That a departure surely is which no returning knows. " Our coming to this world...
Стр. 184 - Interim ex fatalibus libris sacrificia aliquot extraordinaria facta ; inter quae Gallus et Galla, Graecus et Graeca in foro bovario sub terram vivi demissi sunt in locum saxo 25 consaeptum, jam ante hostiis humanis, minime Romano sacro, inhutum.
Стр. 111 - we shout in rush and charge on field of fight; We're Ottomans ! our lives we give, our gain is glory bright. Then let the cannon roar, and shower its flames on every side ! For those our brothers brave let Heaven ope its portals wide ! What have we found on earth that one from death should flee or hide? " God is Most Great I " we shout in rush and charge on field of XIV A BEG: 1870.
Стр. 159 - I'll chase her out of doors instead ; " — And he did exactly what he said. Master Paul got cooler after that — Very cool! " What a fool to throw away my hat — What a fool! What a fool to drive her from the door! Now I shall be poorer than before; For she kept the house, and earned her bread ; " And it was exactly as he said. Master Paul got angrier, angrier yet: Took his hat, Flung it from him in his passionate pet — What of that ? " Toil and trouble is man's wretched lot, And one more misfortune...